Mirror mirror
On the wall
Tell me mirror
What is wrong
Could it be my
De la clothes
Or is it just my
De la song
What I do ain't
Make believe
People say I
Sit and travel
When it comes
To being
De la
It's just me
Myself and I
Just me myself
And I
It's just me
Myself and I
Me
Myself
And I
Now you tease
My Plug One
Style and
My Plug One
Spectacles
You say Plug One
And Two are
Hippies
No we're not
That's pure Plug Bull
Always pushin'
In that we
Formed an image
No need to lie
When it comes to
Being Plug One
It's just me
Myself and I
It's just me myself
And I
It's just me
Myself and I
Me
Myself and I
Proud I'm proud
Of what I am
Poems I speak
The Plug Two type
Please oh
Please let Plug Two
Be himself
Not what you read
Or write
Write is wrong
When hype is
Written on the
Soul De La
That is style is
Surely our
Own thing
Not the false
Disguise showbiz
De La Soul is
From the soul
And that fact
I can't deny
Strictly from
The Dan called Stuckie
And from me
Myself and I
It's just me myself
And I
Just me
Myself and I
Me
Myself
And I
Glory glory
Halle-lu
Glory for Plug one
And Two
But the glory's
Been denied by
Concensing
Dookie eyes
People think they
Diss my person
By stating I'm
Darkly packed
I know this so
I point at Q-tip
And he states
Black is Black
Mirror mirror
On the wall
Shovel chestnuts
In my path
Just keep all nuts
With the nuts so
I don't get an
Aftermath
But if I do
I'll calmly punch
Them in the
4th day of July
Cause they try
To mess with
Third degree
That's me
Myself and I
Just me myself
And I
Just me
Myself and I
It's just me
Myself
And I...